~ written by Carla Berger Ransom I took a little journey to the unknown And I come back changed, I can feel it in my bones I f*%#ed with the forces that our eyes can’t see Now the darkness got a hold on me Oh, the darkness got a hold on me From Meet Me… Continue reading Dark Paths, Leo’s Light : A Story of Thanksgiving
Recently my 81 year old parents, within the span of a month, made over 30 quilts and donated them to a shelter in Edmonton...
I was not two steps down the path when the self-righteous early bird inside stirred. I began to mentally list all the tasks I'd already accomplished today
We talk about it with our friends, we obsess about it privately, science examines it in great detail, we've even built entire industries around the whole notion of 'weight.' My question is...Are we any better off for it?
There was no room in my metaphorical wineglass to pursue my passion for writing. Then life dealt me a chronic illness...
